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my try at a war poem. not very good because i jus dont care about it enough to join it or even stop it







Lives taken,

Gods forsaken,

Bodies upon the floor,

Splattered blood galore,



Battles, wars,

What could they truly be for?



Boys dying,

Women crying,

Nations endlessly fighting,



Guns in hand,

Shooting recklessly upon command,



Soldiers raiding,

Morals fading,

Senseless death,

Countries a mess,



No true winner,

Only the nation which is bigger...





will add on. have a few drafts, we will see which way i go









srry RavensDeath666 had to fix a misspelled word. ur comment was taken. but i still will rememer and appreciate it.

def need work. bit choppy



Bodies pressed upon one another,

Sweat,

Spit,

Tears,

Flowing without a bother,



Breath mingles,

Skin tingles,

Orgasmic bliss creeping up,

Moans, screams,

Behind tightened lips they're shut,



Flesh upon flesh,

Skin upon skin,

No way to lose,

No way to win,



Against this foe called lust,

Against the fable we call trust,



Bodies moving faster,

Breath panting harder,

A gasp,

A shout,

The sweet climax...



...and then empty...guilty...doubt.

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RavensDeath666
04:08 Jul 31 2014

When you write you shouldn't put it needs work or choppy. You just can add later without expressing it on your journal

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Red ember burning,

Smoke filled lungs yearning,

For something...

...nothing,

...anything,

Besides sweet empty nicotine,



Yellow stains on my fingers,

Smells of smoke fade yet linger,

In my mouth,

On my tongue,

Within my black stained lungs,



Slowly poisoning myself with this sweet relief,

But still chained to my stubborn belief,

That this is control over my life,

A belief which sustains me through all my secret, hidden strife.

will add to/revise...eventually haha







Monsters under the bed,

Maggots inside your head,

Nails scraping on your door,

Blood spilled upon the floor,



Horror around every corner,

Tears shed by every mourner,

Funeral processions endlessly streaming by,

Corpses slowly devoured by flies,



Buzzing thoughts inside your head,

Whispered voices of the dead,

Biting fingers till they bleed,

Leaving remains for worms to feed...





an so on. ill think of it later i guess

tid bit that i needa work on





Fist gripped in hair,

Forced mouth against mouth,

Teeth scraping,

Tongues colliding,

No way to breathe,

No way to shout,



Kicking, punching,

To no avail,

Scraping, clawing,

Away from this hell,



No one to help you,

No one you can tell,

Of what was forced upon you,

Of what happened when you fell...



...Upon the floor,

Upon cement,

Rough hands pushing,

Broken nails tearing,

As you went,



Down into the ground,

Air knocked out of lungs,

Without any sound...

Cuts bleeding,

breath heavy,

Mind wavering and unsteady...



Trying desperately to blockout,

The vile taste of their mouth,

The sick feeling of their hands traveling south,



Shoved into your pants,

Without a thought or glance,

At your face,

At your tears,

At your hand covered mouth,

Smothering your fears,



Screaming out,

Biting lips till they bleed...

Trying not no urge them on,

Trying desperately not to feed,



Their evil lust,

Trying to ignore air, heavy with scents of musk...





to be continued i suppose.